Samsa Rapper Novels & Stories

“Ah, another prosecutor. I suppose it's time you introduced me to the parents, maggot.” I tried to fuse with my seat. Finding that impossible, I made myself as small as I could, meekly meeting dad's gaze. “I'm- I'm getting ice cream, dad. I was hungry.” “Hello, Ernest, it's a pleasure to meet you,” Samael said smoothly, extending his hand. “The name's Sam. Sam Hill.”

I whimper. “I, on the other hand, am feeling very out of control about this trip and I need to be inside my mate again so I can feel confident that I’m ready to face whatever comes our way today,” he says, thrusting inside me as his canines sink into the flesh of my neck. As always, Samson’s venom makes me come instantly and my mate thrusts hard and fast inside me, forcing me to ride out the orgasm and pushing me to a second and then a third before he finally releases inside me.

I ducked into the dark alley, tearing the packaging open. I had one name I could trust who was still operating in the light: Mateus Silva, my Brazilian double-date friend. He was in finance, he was discreet, and he had no connection to Sterling's current internal security mess. I quickly dialed the number he had given me. It rang three times before a smooth, sleepy voice answered. "Mateus? It's Samantha. Samantha Myers." "Samantha! It’s 3 AM here, minha amiga," he chuckled, still slightly groggy.

The tone of his voice was dark, his arms crossed. "Alright! Hmm, I am going to a place where I can't watch any live porn scenes." Samantha's words made Tristan blink. "So, goodbye for a while. Enjoy touching our maid's ass, bro!" Before Tristan could reply, Samantha disappeared behind the corner. He took in a deep breath, running a hand through his hair frustratingly.

Mita cocked one brow up mockingly “You really think that man wants a wife who has been gang r*aped?, whose nude pictures have floated all around.. Not only am I taking substance now.. I am also selling my body, do you think they need me.. Hah!, I don’t need them anymore. Let me tell you Samaira, all that you have given me today shall be returned to you soon , you will be in a more miserable condition than I am in right now.. I curse you Samaira, you will never be happy.. Now get lost!,”

Mamba was a skinny man, and when his eyes zeroed in on me, he rolled his eyes. Sam took the tape from his mouth, then he started talking, "You do not scare me, no matter how intimidating you are. I have seen worse, and it wouldn't be long before my men realized that I am gone. Sam gave me a look, but I only smiled and took off my shirt and trousers. "Do you know who the dealer is?" He started laughing again. "You must be crazy thinking I would tell any human who he is without payment, so would you love to negotiate?"

I asked him irritatedly. I waited a shout. I waited for 'bitch, I know' 'Bitch, you need files' 'Bitch, Panot is calling you' but I didn't hear anything. My forehead furrowed. I looked at my cellphone in surprise. My eyebrows almost met when I saw this unregistered number. "H-Hello? Who's this?" I asked nervously. "6 am sharp, we'll pick you up in front of your house," a man replied. "Anyway, I'm not your fucking Lucio. I'm Jacob ... Jacob Perez," he added before turning off the call.

“I'm sorry. It's this kind of game we play with my best friend.” “Okay” he smiled. “Tell me about Samanta” he tried to play along. She smiled, giving him a side eye. It was much more fun doing this with a stranger, most people would judge her for talking like this. “Let's see. Samanta was born on March, 27 of 1998, in Michoacán, México. Daughter of Eva Teresa Núñez de Andrade and Víctor Gabriel Andrade Villa…” “Victor? Oh my! Talk about coincidences” Dominik interrupted.

Samantha staring at her in surprise when she arrived at the dining table was confirmation of it. “Oh my God Sia” Samantha muttered. “What is it?” Sia asked slightly pensively. “You are so hot” Smaantha replied and a smile spread across Sia’s lips. “You say that all the time” “Well this time it’s different because you are wearing a freaking turtle neck and cargo pants. It’s the first time you are actually dressed up!” Samantha exclaimed and Sia shrugged. “What’s happening today?’ Samantha asked while serving Sia her own portion of omelette and toast.

Kelly cut in, "What did you yell at me about when I called you Samantha?" Sam covered her face for moment, blushing. "I forgot about that. I'm sorry. It was something that Pastor Dickhead and Amanda said when they were trying to convince me to join them in their sexual games. He said that Samantha was the good Christian girl. She was my boring, non-sexual side that he wasn't interested in," she added. "Sam though, Sam was a dirty girl. She would do anything crazy." Kelly was confused. "So..."